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father god

Out of the drowning depths I felt
strong arms bundle me up,
hold me close.

Was this the one I love? He too
had gone under and I
was afraid.

Into my fear, a voice: “I’m safe.”
I sensed the warmth and strength
in his embrace and knew
it was true.

But I am also safe for him,
like an infant daughter
in his arms is safe. A
tender safe.

Safe enough for him to whisper
of how he so loved me
to send his only son—
whom I love—to fetch me
from the deep.

They share the heart that beats as I
cling tightly to his breast.
Father God.

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His holy body wholly mixed
     with these our bodies, and His pure
               blood poured generously out
to fill our veins, His voice
     now pulses in our ears,
               and look! His lighted vision
pools within our eyes.  All of Him
     is mixed with all of us—
               compassionate communion. And as
He loves His church His body
     utterly, so He gives
               it more than bread, more
even than bread from heaven
      but His own, His
               living bread for her to eat.
Wheat, the olive, and the grape—
     these three—serve Your mystic union
               in threefold manner.
Your bread became our strength,
     Your wine our consolation.
               Our faces were renewed,
illumined by the grace and
     blessing of Your holy oil. For all
               of this and more, Your body—
saved by Your abasement—
     now unites in true thanksgiving.
               And Death—the insatiable lion
who consumed us all—by You alone
     its appetite was sated—by You alone
               its hold has burst, and we
rise strengthened, comforted, luminous.

“The Living Bread” from Scott Cairns’
Endless Life: Poems of the Mystics

the living bread

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